Appian Way


under a Japanese maple on Appian Way
one kiss in the rain
I breathed you in          and disappeared

we were the sheen on red leaves    
we were the bricks of Brattle Street
          the ivy creeping
          broken meters
          Radcliffe benches

a kiss like that heats up a woman
          percolates molecules
          only God can see

I can feel their frenzy
          lead to death: death of the singular
          soldered to you           yet starving

Eugenie Juliet Theall / March - April  2016 Issue